I suck at driving

Saturday morning I was supposed to work at 4 am. My alarm went off at 3:20 and I sprang out of bed. (Sprang is totally the right word because I am the greatest, happiest morning person you'll ever meet). So I sprang out of bed, got ready for work, and left my house at 3:40.

If you've never been to my house, we are on the top of a very steep hill, and all roads leading up to my neighborhood require you to go up a steep hill.  At the bottom of the steepest (but most convenient) hill, if you don't stay on the road you'll have a problem. You can either go careening down into the canyon, hit a massive oak tree, or plow into a concrete wall. So I'm driving down the road and I start to slip a little bit. "No big deal," thought I, "I'll just go really slow." I get to the end of the street and am still slipping, so I decide to turn around and go down one of the other, not-quite-as-steep hills.

As I'm turning around my car begins to go into death spirals, also known as 360 degree turns. I'm doing death spirals down this very steep hill and am FREAKING OUT. My hands on the wheel aren't doing anything, so I reach over and pull my seatbelt on. I come to a stop (practically in someone's front yard) in the middle of the hill. I turned my hazards on, called my papa, and just sat and took deep breaths.

While I was waiting for my dad to come save me, a car came around the corner and went up the hill. They clearly had superior tires and four wheel drive. One of the guys got out of his car and slid down the hill to mine. My first thought was "What on earth are these people doing out at quarter to four?!" Then I thought, "Wait. That's what I did my entire freshman year and I'm not a sketchy person. It'll be fine." He asked if I was okay, then asked if he could help. I explained that I didn't really know how to get down without dying.

He tried to push me out, but I just kept sliding sideways down the hill. Finally he said, "Look. I know I'm a stranger, but I'm really good at driving in the winter. Do you want me to drive your car down to the bottom?" Temporarily forgetting that my dad was on his way, I said yes. So he drove to the bottom of one of the hills. However, at the bottom of that hill IS ANOTHER HILL. I got to the car and he asked if I would be okay to go down the second, not-as-steep hill. I said probably, but he must have been dubious. He suggested that he could drive me to work and his friend who was waiting at the top of the hill could follow us and pick him up from work.  Here was my thought process:

"Well. I'm either going to die in a car accident on the way to work this morning or get ax murdered by this stranger. If I get ax murdered my friends will have a really cool thing to talk about for a long time. I'll let him drive me."

I agreed to his chivalrous proposal and he drove me the rest of the way to work. Didn't even mention axes.

So, random guy who lives on Summit Drive, thank you very much for driving me to work and not taking my life in the process!!

People can be great. :)